Alyssa x Morpheus

Late Night Drives

"I hope you realize I am not at all happy that you not only made me come all this way to visit your mother, whom frankly still dislikes me, but are now forcing me to travel to an undisclosed location in a death trap you call a transportation device," Morpheus growled foully, warily climbing into the passenger seat of Alyssa's old car.

Alyssa herself was smirking.

"I realize. I also really enjoy embarrassing you. It's a sight," Alyssa practically sang the statement, starting to drive as she leaned back in her seat, completely at ease.

Morpheus was glaring at her. "Incorrect word choice, I'm not embarrassed. I'm uncomfortable."

Alyssa said nothing, but did press down a little harder on the gas. 

"Alyssa!" Morpheus wheezed, sinking down in his seat as she took a sharp turn, his hands looking like claws as he dug into the seat. If such a feat were even possible, the netherling grew even paler. The wheels on the car squealed in protest when Alyssa took another sharp turn, and one immedietly after that.

Finally, though, she slammed on the break and parked neatly next to an old corn field. Turning the car off, she turned to face him and crooned. "You okay, Morph?"

Morpheus had his eyes closed, jaw working as he clenched his teeth and tried, unsteadily, to let out the breath he'd been holding. 

Alyssa grinned wickedly. In a clean, agile movement, she was straddling Morpheus in the passenger seat, not missing a beat before her lips were on his neck and her hands knotted in the fabric of his shirt. 

It was a new combination she'd discovered did marvelous things to him. Excitement, adrenaline. Basically, when Morpheus was unraveled just a little bit, Alyssa could watch his emotions play out on his face. It was extremely refreshing and fascinating; her king had far too much control of himself for a netherling. 

Everybody should be unwound every now and then.

Because of the unexpected and so very complete stimulation that was Alyssa on top of him, Morpheus couldn't figure out what to do. His eyes flew open and he struggled for a moment, trying to situate himself to overtake his lovely queen, prepare, understand, something. But his efforts were useless in such a small space, and in the end he simply had to give up and take it. 

Which was delicious for Alyssa, as she greedily watched the expressions on his face change. Annoyance flashed there briefly once he realized what she'd done, and then came the embarrassment. That stayed for several moments, before her nails found a portion of his chest revealed. Then he dropped his pride and found her waist, snaking his hands beneath the fabric of her skirt to press his hands to her thighs and guide the movements of her hips as they rocked.

He groaned softly and exhaled loudly through his nose as her teeth grazed his neck, setting his jaw and pulling her closer so he could kiss her.

But Alyssa felt this happening, felt him gaining, and so promptly found the little switch that reclined the seat and while holding that, threw all of her weight into Morpheus.

He gasped in surprised, his wings fanning out to try and balance himself as he was suddenly laying down, though they obviously couldn't get far. In the split second he gasped, though, Alyssa let her wandering hand hold still for a moment, and turned that gasp into a moan. She had caused the speed of things to change, and so she pressed on, twisting in his lap and biting at his neck and lips, pulling him into one long kiss after another until they had a rhythm going. 

That's when Morpheus found some control again.

Holding her shoulders firmly, he lifted her off of him and flipped them both, snagging the bottom of her shirt and dragging it up just far enough so that he could kiss the skin of her stomach. "I have several words I'd like to call you right now, but the only thing I can come up with is something like a lightning storm." He leaned back, massaging his thumbs along the top of her skirt before dipping down to kiss her again. 

"You're a terrifyingly beautiful thing to watch...but not very dangerous."

Morpheus' hands slowed, growing softer before dancing around her skin. Alyssa tossed her head back in frustration, biting her lip before her laughter bubbled out and she squirmed, trying to get away from his fingers.

"Morpheus!" she cried through her laughter, desperately trying to grab ahold of his hands. He smirked at her devilishly, bending to press his lips to her neck before whispering in her ear. "I knew I'd get you to shout my name, one way or another."

"Buzz kill," she whined fondly, tugging him closer to her and snuggling into the warmth she found. 

"I was simply being responsible; your family is having a dinner in less than a half an hour and I wanted to be awake for it," he smiled wryly at her.